camouflage couches

Last weekend Bren & I were pottering about in my studio,speaking shit & trying to tidy up when I started to tell him about my Mum making the majority of my clothes when I was a kid.


Like most kids who had homemade clothes,we weren't the richest family & because of my Mum's Asian persuasion she was brought up to never waste anything,to make use of what you have & not splurge on items that aren't necessary [like new clothes].


So I spent most of my childhood adorned in mismatched or terribly matching pieces of clothing that my Mum would fashion together from scraps of leftover fabric from other sewing projects.A few of my outfits [which is the story I was telling Brendan] were made from leftover pieces of couch covers Mum had made [yes,she made EVERYTHING].


I remember one outfit was of the same pattern,but one was bright yellow & the other bright blue,both made from leftover couch cover fabric.Another outfit was a multitude of colours & patterns [pictured] sewn together to make a lovely matching outfit of shorts & button-up top.


The first time I wore this outfit,some kids at the park said to me "What's wrong with your clothes??!" to which,if I was 20 years older would have replied "They're awesome!! What's wrong with your face??!",but alas I didn't have the spunk as a 4 year to reply in that fashion.


The only problem with my childhood clothing being made from scrap material was that if I was wearing my outfits whilst sitting on the couch I would blend in with the couch cover.Kind of like a 4 year old girl at war in the lounge room,camouflaged like a warrior of couches. 


One such day I was curled up on the couch watching teevs,with my matching camouflage outfit & my Dad came along,in total oblivion threw his entire bodyweight down onto the couch & sat directly on top of me.From that day on I made sure that I never wore my homemade clothing as a matching outfit because it not only got me ridiculed,which didn't bother me so much,but it had become dangerous.